Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1662 Frieza's Legion

Dandy summoned all the combat-type Namekians.

The newly born combat-type Namekians in recent years bear the heavy responsibility of protecting their villages and the Dragon Balls. They are usually scattered in various villages and rarely gather together.

Now they have come as called, gathering on that vast green field, forming a solemn and imposing procession.

Sun Wukong and Sun Wukong stood not far away, feeling the surging air currents in the air, and couldn't help but show surprise.

"Their aura... is just too strong."

Sun Wukong spoke to Gohan in a low voice, his tone unusually serious.

Even with the Namekians' natural talent for concealing their presence, the slight energy fluctuations they were currently revealing were already astonishing.

What alarmed the two even more was that many of these warriors had not yet fully unleashed their true strength.

"It's incredible."

Son Gohan whispered to his father.

"The Namekians' potential is truly immense."

Sun Wukong nodded, his hair swaying gently in the breeze: "Moreover, they also have the assimilation technique. If they really encounter a powerful enemy, they can become even stronger through assimilation."

Just as the Namekians in their battle form had finished assembling and were beginning to discuss how to work together to protect the Dragon Balls, the sky suddenly darkened.

Several enormous, flat spaceships appeared silently in the clouds, their shapes resembling manta rays with outstretched wings, casting shadows that covered a large area of ​​land.

The spaceship's surface gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster, completely out of place with the peaceful and natural environment of Namek.

"coming."

Dandy murmured, his brow furrowed.

At the same time, both Goku and Gohan felt that suffocating sense of oppression.

An aura of evil, coldness, and terrifying power emanated from the main spaceship in the sky, as if the entire sky were about to press down. The father and son exchanged a glance, both seeing solemnity in each other's eyes.

They knew better than anyone that this was only Frieza's initial form.

Because of his immense power, Frieza had to suppress his true strength for a long time to avoid burdening his still-developing body.

Frieza's spaceship slowly landed on the open ground.

The hatch opened, and the first to emerge were two burly aliens: the pink-haired Dodoria and the elegant Zapo.

They stood on either side, and then a floating baby carriage slowly drove out, carrying the fearsome cosmic emperor.

Frieza looked around, a playful smile on his lips: "Oh my, so the Namekians are all here. That saves me a lot of trouble."

A ferocious smile spread across Dodoria's rugged face: "According to the detectors, there are twenty-seven locations with a combat power exceeding 1000. This race is indeed quite interesting."

Sabo elegantly adjusted his collar and replied, "But before Lord Frieza, he is nothing but an ant."

An elder emerged from among the Namekians and questioned them in the universal language: "Aliens, why have you invaded our planet?"

Frieza chuckled softly, as if chatting with an old friend, and said, "I've heard that you have a wondrous item here called the Dragon Balls, which can grant any wish. I'm very interested in it. If you're willing to hand it over, I might consider sparing your lives."

"The Dragon Balls are sacred objects of Namek, and we will never give them to outsiders!"

The elder refused without hesitation, and the warriors behind him simultaneously assumed fighting stances. Frieza shook his head regretfully: "What a pity. Mr. Dodoria, Mr. Zabo, please handle this. Remember to leave a few alive; we need to find out the whereabouts of the Dragon Balls."

"Yes, Lord Frieza."

The two bowed simultaneously.

Sabo gestured to the combatants behind him, and a squad of fully armed warriors immediately charged towards the Namekians.

Their combat capability detectors kept beeping, displaying the enemy's energy levels.

"With a combat strength of only around one thousand, we can easily take care of them!"

A fighter laughed as he charged toward the nearest Namekian warrior, his fist whistling through the air.

However, to his surprise, the Namekian easily dodged the attack by sidestepping, and at the same time, his right hand struck out at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, hitting the combatant squarely in the abdomen.

"what?!"

The other combatants were surprised to see their comrade being knocked away, and the value on the combat power detector suddenly jumped to 3000.

The fighter who was knocked away flew towards Sabo's direction. Sabo frowned in disgust and casually kicked him into the river next to him.

"what happened?"

Sabo turned to Dodoria and asked, his tone clearly displeased.

Dodoria examined his detector, a puzzled expression on his rugged face: "The detector did show a combat strength of only around 1000, but in the instant of the battle, the number suddenly jumped to 3000. These Namekians seem to have the ability to hide their true strength."

At this moment, the Namekian warriors were fully engaged in battle with Frieza's fighters. The once tranquil plains echoed with the explosive sounds of colliding energy and the muffled thuds of fists and feet clashing.

Although the Namekians are outnumbered, each one displays astonishing combat skills and exquisite control over ki. They can instantly boost their fighting power, catching their opponents off guard.

A Namekian warrior clasped his hands together, conjuring an energy blast that accurately struck two approaching combatants. The blast wave uprooted a patch of grass nearby.

Another warrior displayed astonishing speed, leaving afterimages in place while his true form circled behind the enemy, delivering a precise chop to the back of the neck.

Frieza watched the battle leisurely from inside the hovercar, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest: "Interesting, very interesting. It seems the Namekians are much stronger than we thought."

Somewhat uneasily, Dodoria said, "Lord Frieza, do you need Sabo and me to help?"

“Wait a little longer,” Frieza smiled. “Let me enjoy it a little longer. After all, a good show is worth watching patiently, isn’t it?”

Sun Wukong and Sun Wuhan observed from the side, both surprised and impressed.

"The Namekians have a very unique fighting style,"

Son Gohan said.

"They seem to be able to adjust their temperament at any time."

Sun Wukong nodded: "And look at their teamwork, they don't need to communicate at all, it's like they're telepathically connected."

Frieza frowned slightly, clearly displeased with the situation: "Mr. Sabo, it seems you'll have to take action yourself."

Sabo bowed gracefully: "It is my pleasure, Lord Frieza."

As Sabo slowly floated toward the center of the battlefield, the Namekian warriors immediately felt an immense pressure.

(End of this chapter)